【Under the Great Tomorrow】(Chapter 4-6)

Author: hui329
Published: 2016/7/27 First published,
Word count: 10764
Chapter 4 Discussing the Martial World Over Wine A
desolate village, a roadside inn.
Several镖车 (escort carts) were scattered outside the inn, surrounded by more than ten镖师 (escorts/bodyguards). Except for a few lookouts, the rest were
eating dry rations with water. The triangular镖旗 (escort flags) on the镖车 hung limply, the words "长风" (Changfeng, meaning "Long Wind") faintly visible.
Inside the inn, several镖师 were eating at their seats, along with three or four other diners. In a corner, a young man was eating with a poor
appetite, sighing deeply. This was Ding Shou, who had run away from home. He had little silver on him when he left home that night, and not knowing when
the turmoil at home would subside, he dared not stay in a large inn. He hid in this small village inn, hoping to endure a little longer until his brother and sister-in-law calmed down before returning home to apologize
. But this fellow was used to a good life, and eating only coarse tea and plain food every day was making him sick from boredom.
"Sixth Master, I heard that the Beggars' Clan made a large-scale expedition last month, taking the Xuanfu Road. I wonder what their purpose is?"
Suddenly, a dark-faced bodyguard asked the plump, merchant-like old man sitting in the center.
"What else could it be? The Transmission Elder personally went out to find the Beggars' Clan's lost leadership
token, the 'Green Jade Staff,' which has been missing for decades," Sixth Master stroked his beard and chuckled.
"The Beggars' Clan has been without a leader for nearly thirty years. What does it matter whether they find a Dog-Beating Stick or not?" another bodyguard chimed in
.
"That's ignorant. It's precisely because the Beggars' Sect is leaderless that we need to find the 'Green Jade Staff' even more," said Sixth Master, picking up a mouthful of
food, chewing slowly, and swallowing. "The 'Green Jade Staff,' though small, is indeed the token of the past leaders. Elders
use it to command the sect members with legitimacy. In the past twenty years, the Beggars' Sect has been plagued by constant infighting between the 'dirty clothes' and 'clean clothes' factions. The five branches
of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, courage, and trustworthiness are vying for power. The two elders of transmission and enforcement are at odds with each other. The once mighty sect is declining. If no one comes forward
to take charge, the Beggars' Sect might be wiped out of the nine major sects."
"Hahaha, Old Sixth Master Shang is worrying unnecessarily. This group of beggars has a thousand-year history. How can they be so easily swept away by the tide?"
With laughter, a disheveled old man sauntered into the shop.
"What are you doing in this desolate place, old man?" Shang Liu and the others seemed to know this man well. They gestured for
the bodyguards beside them to make room, ordered another set of chopsticks and a bowl, and said, "Is there anything
wrong with what I said earlier? It's good to tell the younger generation something."
The old man didn't stand on ceremony, nodded to everyone as a greeting, and then, while eating heartily at the table, said, "It's
not entirely wrong. The Beggars' Sect is indeed not as powerful as it used to be, but it still has many members and great influence, and it doesn't discriminate against outsiders who come to join it. " "No questions
asked about background. Although there's a mix of good and bad, there are always outstanding individuals. For example, the current leader of the Da Ren branch comes from the Peng family of the Five Tigers Breaking
the Gate Saber Sect; the leader of the Da Xin branch comes from a Shaolin lay family. Not only are they highly skilled in martial arts, but they also have intricate
connections with various sects. Then there's Elder Enforcement, Poison Beggar Lan Tingrui, whose origins are shrouded in mystery, yet he manages to stand shoulder-to-
shoulder with Elder Transmission of Skills, Drunkard Tu Dayong. Who can predict the rise and fall of a sect?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, finding his words reasonable. The slovenly old man, unaware of when to stop, continued his incessant chatter: "Tell me," said
Shang Liu, "when your two masters, Guo Qingyun and Cheng Feng, were alive, they had extensive connections and friends all over the world. How prosperous they were
! They were poised to become the 'Number One Escort Agency in the World.' Now, they're dead, the agency is without successors, and it's just your young
lady and your old man struggling to keep it afloat. You're lucky if they don't ruin the agency."
Shang Liu seemed to have been hit where it hurt, remaining silent with sorrow. The other escorts either sighed or glared angrily at the old man.
The old man, seemingly oblivious to his offense, stuffed his mouth full of food... As if choking, he stretched his neck
, searching for water throughout the room. He finally caught his breath after gulping down a bowl of cold tea. Wiping his mouth, he said, "Old Shang, you're so stingy! You invited me
to dinner but didn't even offer me wine."
Shang Liu waved his hand to stop the other镖师 (bodyguard/escort) at the table from flipping the table and hitting the old man. He smiled wryly, "No
drinking while on a镖局 (bodyguard/escort agency) mission. It's the rule. Old Mo, bear with it for now. I'll treat you to a good drink when we return to the capital."
The slovenly old man pouted, unwilling to pay for the wine himself, when he suddenly heard someone beside him say:
"If you don't mind the inferior wine, sir, would you mind joining me for a drink?"
The old man's eyes lit up, and he scurried to another table. Ding Shou stood up and poured him a full cup, saying,
"My name is Ding Shou. May I ask your name, sir?"
The old man, unusually, didn't reply, and there seemed to be a hint of embarrassment on his face. Indeed, Ding Shou confirmed that this
shameless old man who had been freeloading at the next table and making others feel awkward was showing a tiny bit of embarrassment
.
"This old man's surname is Mo, and his given name is Yan. He's known in the martial arts world as 'The One Who Speaks the Truth,'" the dark-faced bodyguard chuckled. The other
bodyguards also burst into laughter, their laughter filled with a mixture of mockery and a sense of vengeful pleasure.
"Pfft!" Ding Shou spat out a mouthful of wine, looking at the "Mo Yan" before him. Hmm, small eyes, a
round face, sparse hair, somewhat resembling "Mo Yan." But when he was spouting nonsense just now, where
was the "Mo Yan"? He couldn't help but sigh inwardly: indeed, there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.
"I was out of line, please forgive me, Elder Mo. I don't have many hobbies, just enjoy listening to strange tales. I found your
casual conversation about the martial world quite interesting, and I would appreciate your guidance, Elder Mo." Ding Shou said with a smile.
"This young master has come to the right person. Elder Mo is knowledgeable and has a great memory, and is well-informed. He can be called the 'know-it-all
' of the martial world." Shang Liu, who was much more composed than others, flattered the old man when he saw him embarrassed.
"Not bad, not bad. You, Elder Shang, have good judgment. When it comes to matters of the martial world, who knows more than me?
Young man, feel free to ask whatever you want to know." Mo Yan said smugly, having been tickled.
"Old Mo just mentioned the Beggar Clan's Transmission Elder. I wonder what he looks like, and what's so special about him?" Ding Shou asked,
voicing his question.
"What can a beggar look like? Aren't they all the same? Tu Dayong is just a bit more spirited, with a ruddy face, and
in terms of imposing presence..." Mo Yan puffed out his chest and said, "Hmm, far inferior to this old man. But that old beggar is
truly formidable. His Hun Tian Gong (a martial arts technique) is profound, arguably the best in the martial world. Coupled with his unique Hun Tian Palm, countless
strong opponents have fallen to him."
Upon hearing this, Ding Shou thought to himself, "Could it be that I really missed a great opportunity that day?" Unwilling to give up, he pressed on, "Then his skills are very high .
Where would he rank in the martial world?"
The bodyguards at the next table burst into laughter. The dark-faced bodyguard said, "Young master, you don't eat the food of the martial world. There's a saying that the martial world ..."
" New talents emerge in every generation, each dominating the scene for decades. Today's martial arts masters and regional overlords might
fall victim to a newcomer eager for fame tomorrow. This isn't some bandit camp; there's no need for rankings." "
Ignorant fool! Martial arts skill isn't ranked. How many moves could 'Iron Palm' Hou Kun possibly exchange with 'Drunkard' Tu Dayong
?"
Everyone's expression changed upon hearing this. This was blatant bullying. Hou Kun's Iron Palm technique was indeed impressive, and his martial
arts friends gave him the name "Iron Palm" out of respect. If a mere bodyguard were to challenge a senior member of the Beggars' Sect, it would be suicidal.
But could they really say such a thing? There's a saying, "In literature, there's no first place; in martial arts, there's no second." Everyone
has their pride. Who would willingly admit to being inferior to a novice who hasn't even entered the martial world? Mo Yan, lacking magnanimity,
had just been ridiculed and had retorted by insulting the dark-faced bodyguard.
Shang Liu stopped Hou Kun, who was about to get angry, and said with a smile, "This young master is asking you, so don't be
lazy after drinking. Answer me quickly."
Unexpectedly, Mo Yan started to show off, "Among these people, Shang Liu is the oldest. Tell me,
who are the top masters in the martial arts world?"
Shang Liu knew the old man's temperament and didn't waste any words. He said, "In that case, I'll throw out a brick to start the discussion. Shaolin, Wudang
, and Emei are the three major sects of the Central Plains martial arts world. The three sect leaders, Master Huiyuan, Daoist Wuchen, and Abbess Jingxin, must be
masters of martial arts, right?"
"Huiyuan devoted himself to Buddhism and never left the temple; Wudang was granted an imperial title; Wuchen was entangled in sect affairs and had no time to practice martial arts, so his cultivation
was difficult to improve; Jingxin was celibate and rarely competed with others. These three are skilled in martial arts, but they are not yet at the pinnacle."
Mo Yan shook his head and said.
"What about Tu Dayong of the Beggars' Sect, Hua Jingfeng of the Blissful Valley, Jin Buyi of the Canal Gang, and Gai Cangtian of the Hateful Heaven Fortress?"
"The Four Eccentrics of the Martial World: wine, women, wealth, and anger. Tsk tsk, not bad, but once they get involved with people, wine, women, wealth, and anger become
entanglements. These four have reached the point of addiction and obsession; they have no hope of reaching the pinnacle of martial arts in this lifetime."
"In recent years, two major forces have risen in the martial world: the Heavenly Nether Gang originated in the north, and the Green Robe Tower flourished in the south.
What about Sima Xiao and Chen Shiyuan?"
"Heaven and earth conceal the netherworld, and those in green robes fill the martial world. These two gangs rose rapidly, boasting numerous experts. Their members were all
united by these two men, giving them a rather imposing presence. However, in terms of martial arts cultivation, they are not necessarily superior to the Three Wonders and Four Eccentrics."
Shang Liu, having been refuted so many times, couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. "About twenty years ago, a strange man appeared in the martial world. His actions
were sometimes righteous and sometimes evil, and he was ruthless. Experts from various sects fell at his hands. Both the righteous and the evil factions repeatedly tried to suppress him but
failed. What do
you think of him?" Mo Yan fell silent upon hearing this. "You mean the 'Demon God' Leng Yifu? Him..." Mo Yan nodded,
then immediately shook his head. "Actually, he's not really."
Seeing the strange look on his face, Ding Shou hurriedly asked, "Old Mo, what is Leng Yifu's background?"
Mo Yan waved his hand to stop Ding Shou from speaking. "Since you've brought it up, Old Liu, do you know about the Demonic Sect?"
"The Demonic Cult? That's the evil sect that the righteous and evil factions of the martial world joined forces to eradicate back then. Years ago, I was busy
helping the two masters establish the Changfeng Escort Agency. I've heard of the Battle of Blackwood Cliff thirty years ago, but I don't know much about it.
I only heard rumors that the Demonic Cult had countless masters, and that one sect could rival the entire martial world."
"Heh, the Demonic Cult's heyday was even earlier. Over fifty years ago, a figure named Wen Yuzhu appeared in the martial world
, calling himself the Heavenly Demon. He founded the Heavenly Demon Palace, defeated all the masters in the world, and was truly the number one in the world, the supreme ruler of the martial world.
Wherever the Heavenly Demon's decree went, heroes were subdued, and all sects submitted. He even convened a meeting of the martial world atop Mount Tai, ordering all
sects and factions not to engage in private feuds or infighting. Those with disputes could have them adjudicated by him on the fifteenth of each month at the summit of Mount Tai
. Those who disobeyed would be slaughtered."
The crowd looked at each other in horror. "How domineering," Ding Shou thought to himself.
"People practice martial arts for fame, personal vendettas, or profit. What's the point of practicing martial arts with such an oath? Yet
no one dared to claim they could defeat Wen Yuzhu and break this rule. For a time, renowned elders and venerable figures retreated to the mountains, and the martial world
experienced its most peaceful few years," Mo Yan downed a cup of wine. "Just when the Demonic Cult was at its zenith,
a major event occurred: Esen, the Grand Tutor of the Oirat Mongols, marched south, and the eunuch Wang Zhen instigated Emperor Yingzong to personally lead the campaign. The entire army of 500,000 was annihilated
at Tumu Fortress, and Emperor Yingzong was captured and imprisoned in the northern desert." The Tartar cavalry besieged the capital, but fortunately, Yu the Junior Guardian
turned the tide, establishing a new emperor to fight the Tartars. Martial arts practitioners, driven by patriotic fervor, were determined not to let China fall into bloodshed again.
Masters and hermits gathered in the capital to defend it, ultimately saving the city. Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief,
news arrived that the Demon King Wen Yuzhu had colluded with the Tartars, plotting to overthrow the dynasty and establish himself as king. He had already signed a secret pact with the Northern Yuan
and would soon enter the pass via the Yinshan Pass with a Mongol nobleman, inciting the demons to rise up and launch a pincer attack to seize
the throne.
"Ah!" Although everyone knew the outcome, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Shang Liu asked, "This Demonic Sect is supposedly
a branch of the Central Plains, how could they forget their ancestors, collude with the Tartars, and attempt to emulate Shi Jingtang of the Five Dynasties?"
"No one knows Wen Yuzhu's origins. The secret letter states that he comes from the desert and is a Mongol. Moreover, there was
a strange thing at the time: the Central Plains martial arts world was engaged in a bloody war for months, with both the righteous and the wicked joining the battle, but none of the Demonic Sect's many masters, such as the Sun and Moon Envoys,
the Four Spirits of the Demon Palace, and the Ten Demon Protectors, showed up. This made people suspicious. Furthermore, Wen Yuzhu was already the de facto
leader of the martial arts world. If he wanted to advance further, he would probably have to become the emperor. At that time, the various factions were already seven or eight parts convinced. What they feared
was the profound martial arts of the Heavenly Demon. The letter also mentioned something else: the origin of the Heavenly Demon martial arts..."
"Oh?" Everyone suddenly became more interested. Who among martial artists doesn't want to improve their skills? Even though they knew it was from a long time ago
and had nothing to do with them, they couldn't help but want to know more.
"After Kublai Khan unified the country, to prevent rebellion, he issued a ban on martial arts, confiscating
the scriptures of various sects in the conquered territories and entrusting them to his trusted confidants for compilation. He hoped to obtain a peerless book to ensure the eternal prosperity of his nation. He ordered the Imperial Tutor,
the high-ranking Tantric monk Phagpa, the National Preceptor, the head of the Quanzhen School, Li Zhichang, and the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Fuyu, to spend ten years painstakingly completing the book. Taking
its all-encompassing meaning, he named it the 'Myriad Phenomena Manual.' If Wen Yuzhu is indeed a Mongol, then it makes sense. Hmph
, killing one Heavenly Demon can protect countless citizens of the Ming Dynasty; killing one Heavenly Demon can remove the shackles of the martial arts world; killing one Heavenly Demon can
obtain the manual and glimpse the ultimate truth of martial arts. At this moment, the martial arts practitioners gathered in the capital have only one thought: Kill the Heavenly Demon!!!" "
The Ming Dynasty's territory remains unchanged. Presumably, the battle has been won, and the Heavenly Demon has been beheaded," a bodyguard pressed.
Mo Yan sighed deeply, "Many masters traveled day and night, setting up an ambush on the Yinshan Ancient Road. Sure enough, they waited for the Heavenly Demon to
cross the mountain with a man dressed as a Mongol. The heroes first ambushed him with Thunderbolt Hall firearms, then seized the opportunity to attack. After a day and night of fierce fighting, the Central Plains
martial arts world suffered heavy casualties. The Heavenly Demon was also badly wounded while protecting the Mongol beside him. He was first hit by a Tang Clan
hidden weapon, and finally, he was caught by Xiao Wanche, the leader of the Beggar Clan, and they fell into a deep valley together."
"Excellent! You have rid the martial arts world of a great scourge. Senior, your merit is immeasurable," a bodyguard praised.
"More than that! You have thwarted a traitorous plot. It is a blessing to all living beings," another bodyguard chimed in.
"Of the 177 martial arts elites, only eight survived the battle of Yinshan. These eight were all
top masters of their time, driven by patriotism, and tirelessly infiltrated the grasslands to rescue Emperor Yingzong. Their glory was unparalleled, and
they were rewarded by the court and revered in the martial arts world as the 'Eight Saints.' Just as the entire martial arts world was celebrating, the demonic
sect, bound by Wen Yuzhu, bared its fangs at the world. Under the guise of revenge, the Beggars' Sect's Junshan headquarters was razed to the ground overnight. The new sect
leader was killed, and three of the four elders died and one was injured. In just three months, twenty-one sects were wiped out of the martial arts world, and even the 'Eight Saints'
were not spared. Qingcheng Jade Spirit Master was attacked while visiting a friend and died from festering sores. Tianqin Elder was ambushed on his way back to the Snow Mountain and
was worn down by the Demonic Sect's Sun and Moon Envoys." Exhausted and worn out, he died, leaving the entire martial world in a state of panic. The remaining "Six Saints" rallied
the martial world to form the "Demon-Subduing Alliance" to fight against the Demonic Sect. The two sides fought for nearly twenty years, and the history of the martial world during those twenty years was filled with bloodshed
. Countless masters of both good and evil perished. Because the location of the Demonic Sect's lair was unknown, they were unable to achieve a complete victory in one battle. It wasn't until
the "Heaven and Earth Immortal Couple" among the "Six Saints" discovered that the Demonic Sect's lair was located at Blackwood Cliff in Gorilla Beach that the Demon-Subduing
Alliance launched a full-scale attack, destroying the Demonic Sect's headquarters. This battle lasted for a month, with tens of thousands of corpses lying on Blackwood Cliff, and hungry eagles darkening the sun
. The masters of the martial world were all wiped out, and thirty years of silence passed.
After listening, everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief. They hadn't expected the martial world to be so turbulent just a few decades ago. Shang Liu pondered and asked:
"And this Leng Yifu...?"
"Leng Yifu acts only for personal vengeance, regardless of right or wrong, much like the old Demonic Sect. He even
calls himself the 'Demon God.' It's said that some people suspected he was a remnant of the Demonic Sect and were preparing to invite several masters to come out of seclusion,
but he suddenly disappeared, leaving the martial arts world with another unsolved mystery."
Shang Liu hesitated, and Hou Kun, seeing his strange expression, asked, "Sixth Master, what else do you know?"
Shang Liu forced a smile and said, "Even Old Mo doesn't know anything, how could I know more than him, hehehe
..."
"Not bad, not bad, you, Old Sixth Shang, do have self-awareness." Mo Yan laughed loudly.
"Then what about the 'Myriad Manifestations Manual'? Did those seniors obtain it?" Ding Shou asked.
"The Heavenly Demon and Senior Xiao fell into the valley at the same time, their bodies never to be found
. Not only were the secret manuals lost, but even the Beggars' Sect's leader's token, the 'Green Jade Staff,' was also lost
. Three generations of Beggars' Sect leaders perished at the hands of the Demonic Sect. Now the sect is leaderless, and its prized possession is nowhere to be found. These beggars are truly pitiful." Despite saying this, Mo Yan's face showed no
sign of pity.
"I have learned a great deal from your words today. Please do me the honor of paying for this meal," Ding Shou said with a cupped-fist salute
and a smile.
The镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) were overjoyed. After thanking him, they sat down and began to feast. Business at the Changfeng Escort Agency had been slow these past two years, with
few big deals. Although they hadn't sought other opportunities due to the relationship between the young lady and Sixth Master, their pockets were
empty. It was rare to find a generous person willing to treat them, so they took advantage of the free meal. After all, they didn't have Mo Yan
's thick skin and eloquence to get free meals anywhere.
The meal lasted until the afternoon. Shang Liu and Hou Kun repeatedly urged them on, and only then did the group, including Mo Yan, get up and set off
.
"Damn it, I don't know about their kung fu, but their appetites are truly astounding. At this rate, we'll
have to head back home in three days. I wonder if things at home have settled down yet," Ding Shou muttered to himself, clutching his purse with a worried expression.
"Maybe I should find a cheaper room. I can't afford to lose face like this."
Chapter Five: Fragrance Sneaks into the Night
Late at night, a single lamp flickered.
Ding Shou tossed and turned on his bed, unable to sleep. Finally, wrapped in his blanket, he stared blankly at the lamplight on the table. Suddenly, he felt a gentle breeze, the lamplight
flickered, and a white shadow appeared in the room.
"A ghost!" Ding Shou was about to cry out when a soft hand covered his mouth.
"Young master, save me! I'm being pursued by villains. Please allow me to hide for a while." A beautiful face came into view, and Ding
Shou was stunned for a moment. He nodded and said, "It's alright, but I have nowhere to hide here."
The woman in white looked around. Although the room was called an upper room, it only had a table and a couch, with no other furniture. The woman
hesitated whether to find another place to hide. Suddenly, she heard a commotion outside the shop, followed by
the sound of the shop door being kicked open and a group of people entering the shop.
"Guard the surroundings, don't let that little wench escape."
"Waiter, have you seen a woman in white, around twenty years old, in the shop?"
"Why waste words with her, just search her."
The woman in white, knowing she would be discovered if she went out, glanced back at the bed, climbed onto it, and huddled against the wall, spreading out
the quilt. "Please come closer, young master, and use your body to block me."
Ding Shou already knew what she meant and did as she was told. Although the boy was young, he was quite large. He pressed
himself against her, forming a triangle with the bed and the wall. After the quilt was pulled up, it was difficult to spot the petite woman behind him.
Just as the two of them were hidden, the door was kicked open, and four or five people rushed in, all dressed in white. The leader
was a young man with a cold expression.
"You... who are you? Why are you trespassing in someone else's room?" Ding Shou exclaimed, half-jokingly.
The young man glanced at him sideways, seemingly disdainful of answering, and turned his head away. A burly man beside him said, "Boy
, did you see a beautiful woman just now?"
"A beautiful woman? Of course we saw her."
Everyone's faces lit up with joy upon hearing this, even the young man turned his head. The woman hiding behind him felt a tightness in her chest, her
inner strength gathering, ready to be unleashed. As long as this kid revealed his whereabouts, she would push him out as a shield before finding an escape route.
Ding Shou, completely unaware that he was about to be used as a target, shook his head and said, "Just now I
saw a woman in my dream. She was extremely beautiful. I thought she was the goddess of Wushan. Her talent and beauty were unparalleled in ancient times and unseen in the world. She was as radiant as a flower and
as gentle as jade. Her five colors shone brightly, beyond description. Upon closer inspection, she captivated the eye. I wish to emulate King Xiang and seek a marriage alliance."
However, you entered without permission and ruined my plans. What crime do you deserve?
The burly men were completely bewildered. "What's this kid babbling about? Did he tell us where that little wench is
?" The young man sneered, "This idiot was having a wet dream, and we interrupted him before he could even get it over with. Is he blaming us? "
A
burst
of laughter erupted from the other men. "This kid's interesting. We really want to capture him to
entertain us."
"Can you even understand what this poor idiot is saying? Only
someone as talented as the young master could know that he'd be a husband."
"All the officials in the world are these big-headed turbans. It's clear the emperor is incompetent and tyrannical."
At this moment, an old man entered the room. "Young master, we haven't found him."
The young man frowned. "Did he even enter the shop? Did you see clearly?"
"Well," the old man said with a hint of embarrassment, "The servants said they saw a white shadow flash by the corner of the wall outside the shop
and then disappear. He must have gone inside."
"A bunch of good-for-nothings! That bitch is notoriously cunning in the martial world. It's hard to say she wasn't deliberately trying to lure us in,
using a feint. You all failed to investigate properly, ruining Father's important plans!" The young man scolded him mercilessly. The
old man's expression flashed with displeasure, but he quickly bowed and agreed.
The young man turned and waved his hand, and in an instant, the group that had barged into the shop vanished. Only
the sounds of the shopkeeper and customers complaining and tidying up chairs could be heard outside.
Ding Shou breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thankful that the previous owner of this body still had the foundation from being forced to study since childhood.
He managed to trick the man away with a few pedantic remarks, only then realizing he was soaked in sweat. The soft touch of his back became even
clearer. He quickly turned around but bumped into the white-clad woman who had also gotten up. Her lips were red, and an alluring fragrance
wafted from her. His manhood, which had been acting foolishly, suddenly became erect again.
The woman blushed slightly after being bumped, then smiled and raised her hand to thank him. However, she accidentally touched
his manhood under the covers, startled, and then chuckled. Ding Shou was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground. After all, being
discovered by a stranger with an erection was truly unseemly. He simply tried to make conversation, asking, "May I ask your name, young lady? And why were you being
chased?"
"No need to call me 'Miss,' I haven't been 'Miss' for many years," the woman said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "My husband's
surname is Nangong, and I'm the third son. People usually call me Nangong Third Sister. As for why I was chased in the middle of the night, please don't
ask, sir, it would only bring unnecessary danger."
Ding Shou felt a pang of loss upon hearing that the woman was married, and hearing the disdain in her tone, he blurted
out, "Although I don't know martial arts, I can still do my part for you... for Third Sister, even with my frail body."
Third Sister looked surprised, then smiled and said, "I appreciate your kindness, young master. I rarely accept favors from others and
don't like owing favors. Today you helped me escape a disaster, so I'll help you solve a troublesome matter.
" Shou wondered what trouble he could possibly have. San Niang lay back down on the couch, her delicate body shrinking under the covers
. Before Ding Shou could speak, he felt a pair of skillful hands pull down his trousers, and a warm, moist mass pressed against his thigh .
He could clearly feel her fingertips gently caressing his penis, while another hand cupped his scrotum and rubbed it. Ding
Shou felt a surge of heat rush to his head. He yanked back the covers and saw a white figure leaning against his
lower abdomen, her waist and hips curled together, forming a taut curve. He boldly reached out his right hand to touch her
shapely buttocks, but as soon as he touched her mound, she twisted her waist away, then turned over to face Ding Shou, saying:
"You can look, but you can't touch."
At this point, even if you asked him to chop off his hand, he could only regret that the knife wasn't sharp enough. Ding Shou immediately put his hands behind his head and
nodded repeatedly, his erect member swaying with him. San Niang
tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear with one hand, and grasped his penis with the other. She flicked her tongue, tracing the glans back and forth, making Ding Shou tremble with pleasure. He felt a
warm, moist, and dense embrace envelop him. Ding Shou gritted his teeth, hissing in the cold air, his eyes half-closed. He saw San Niang
sitting beside his legs, her head lowered to his crotch, her mouth wide open, sucking on a penis that seemed capable of tearing her small mouth apart
. As she sucked, she not only licked and sucked frequently, but also raised and lowered her head intermittently, sometimes
slowly lowering her head so that her lips pressed tightly against the skin between her legs, swallowing his penis completely. Then she would slowly raise her head again
, causing his penis to gradually slip out of her lips. This up-and-down motion never stopped. Ding Shou had never enjoyed such oral
skills before. In less than a quarter of an hour, he felt a numbness in his waist, and a stream of semen shot out. When the penis in San Niang's hand swelled
, she had already pulled it out of her mouth to avoid it. Unexpectedly, this time the ejaculation was large and powerful. Although she dodged most of it, a few drops still hit her delicate face. She took out
a handkerchief to wipe it clean and glared fiercely at Ding Shou.
Ding Shou was naturally embarrassed, lamenting that he had ejaculated twice in a month—once with his legs and once with his mouth—but had never truly entered
the ecstasy cave. Seeing San Niang tidying her clothes and getting up to leave, he hurriedly grabbed her, saying, "Where are you going? I like you so much,
please don't go."
San Niang turned around and saw the fervor in his eyes, her heart softening. She sat back down on the edge of the bed. Ding Shou sat up and rested his head on
her left shoulder, inhaling the faint fragrance. The two were silent for a moment. San Niang gently stroked his temple with her right hand, "You really
are a child."
Ding Shou was about to speak when a fragrant tongue slipped into his mouth. Just as he was about to savor the alluring saliva, he suddenly felt
a numbness in his waist, and a wave of drowsiness washed over him, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.
Chapter Six: Planting Jade Away from Home
It was noon, and the blinding sunlight woke Ding Shou. The beauty in the room was nowhere to be found, only a fragrant handkerchief remained by the bed. Ding Shou
felt lost and disappointed. Suddenly, he heard a commotion outside the shop, as if a large group of people had entered. Ding Shou was worried that the
group from last night had returned, so he quickly got up, dressed, and went out of the room.
An elderly man was seen talking to the innkeeper at the front desk about guest rooms. The man mentioned that it was fine for the servants to be crowded, but his
master insisted on a superior room. The innkeeper apologized, saying that the inn only had one superior room, which had been booked by a young master for a long time. Just then
, Ding Shou came out and immediately pulled him over, saying that this was the young master. Ding Shou noticed that although the old man was dressed as a servant
, his every move was polite and refined, so he assumed that the old man was the steward of an official family. The old man did not introduce himself when talking to the innkeeper
and did not use his power to intimidate him, which made Ding Shou feel more favorably towards him. Since his money was running out, he could use this as an excuse to change rooms.
The old man thanked him and turned to inform his master.
Ding Shou had little luggage, so he quickly tidied up and changed rooms. As soon as he entered, he couldn't help but cover his nose. In the past, when he stayed in
superior rooms, he only felt that the innkeeper had tricked him. Now, the musty smell in this room confirmed that he had indeed been staying in a
"superior room" for some time. He hesitated whether to tidy up and go home to kneel in the ancestral hall. Suddenly, he heard someone knocking on the door. The old steward
said that his master had prepared some wine and asked him to come over to express his gratitude.
Ding Shou followed the others to the main hall and saw an elderly man in a green
robe with a refined appearance. He stepped forward and bowed. The old man smiled and took his arm, saying, "I've been traveling all day, and my wife has caught a chill from the heat. I had to find a place to rest, but I didn't expect to be taken over. I hope you will forgive me, sir."
Ding Shou repeatedly said he didn't deserve it. The two sat down to drink and chat. Ding Shou introduced himself as a native of Xuanfu, away from home to study. After talking, he
learned that the old man's name was Zhang Shu. He was originally an imperial censor in the capital, but was now the prefect of Pingyang. He had been in a hurry to get to his destination, which caused his wife to fall ill, so he stayed at
this small country inn. Hearing that the person who offered him the room was a refined young man, he invited him over to chat and relieve the boredom of his journey.
Ding Shou rose again to perform the proper greeting to the official, but Zhang Shu stopped him, saying that
since they were friends despite their age difference, a simple greeting was sufficient. The two chatted amiably, and Ding Shou, despite his misfortune, managed to avoid any embarrassing incidents. Zhang Shu frankly stated that true friends
were hard to find, and lamented that he was too busy with official duties to teach the women of the household. He offered to hire Ding Shou as a tutor in his household to teach the women.
Ding Shou, knowing his own limited knowledge, hesitated to accept. Zhang Shu offered a monthly fee of twenty taels of silver, and Ding Shou gladly agreed to travel to Pingyang.
Zhang Shu immediately instructed his steward, Zhang Fu, to bring out the women to perform the apprenticeship ceremony. Soon after, a beautiful woman in a flowing emerald green dress
arrived with Zhang Fu. She bowed respectfully, and Zhang Shu announced that this was his beloved concubine, Ruizhu. Ding Shou knew that officials in the Ming Dynasty were not
allowed to bring their wives when serving outside the capital. He had originally thought he was only going to teach her, but it turned out he was instructing his concubine. Looking at her graceful figure
and alluring eyes, he wondered if Zhang Shu was perhaps annoyed that his official hat wasn't green enough. 　　The seat of Pingyang Prefecture was Pingyang County (present-day Linfen). Pingyang, as the name suggests, is described in the *Shiji* as being located on the south bank of the Ping River
, 　　1800 li from the capital, governing six prefectures and twenty-eight counties. It borders Shangdang to the east, the Yellow River to the west, Bianjing 　　and Luoyang to the south, and Jinyang to the north. Historically, it has been a strategically important military location and a major commercial thoroughfare. 　　At this moment, in the back courtyard of the Pingyang Prefecture government office, Ding Shou, looking distressed, held a copy of the *Doctrine of the Mean*. Looking at Ruizhu's 　　meticulously written, tiny characters, he felt so ashamed he wanted to bang his head against a wall. This young lady was proficient in all the arts—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—and 　　he was being used as her teacher? What kind of age-gap friendship was this? Was Zhang Shu, that old bastard, making a joke of him? "Well, Madam, 　　the Prefect is going to another county on official business today. It's inconvenient for me to stay in the back courtyard any longer, so I'll take my leave." 　　Since the principal wife didn't reside there, Ding Shou tactfully never mentioned the term "concubine." 　　"Thank you for your trouble, sir. Please wait a moment and have a cup of tea before you go." The female disciple smiled radiantly, and Ding Shou had no 　　reason to refuse. However, soon after the tea entered his mouth, he felt lightheaded, and the beautiful woman's face became blurry 　　. He tried to stand up, but his body involuntarily collapsed. 　　Ding Shou felt like he was dreaming. He dreamed of Nangong Sanniang kneeling beneath him that night, her penis throbbing and pulsating. 　　He dreamed of Qianniang's voluptuous and alluring body as she bathed 　　. He felt his lust boiling, embracing both of their snow-white, full bodies. Nangong Sanniang smiled and kissed his penis. Qianniang, unlike that night, was no longer resistant, pressing her full breasts against 　　his chest and rubbing them against him. He could no longer resist. He pushed Qianniang 　　down and thrust his penis into her red, fleshy opening. But in his haste, he couldn't find the entrance. He kept slipping away. Ding Shou was sweating profusely and 　　looked to Sanniang for help, but the beauty was nowhere to be seen. 　　Qianniang reached out her jade-like hand and grasped the penis, gently stroking it. "Second Master 　　, are you perhaps just a show-off, suffering from a hidden ailment of not being able to give thanks at the last minute?" Her words were laced with sarcasm. Before Ding Shou could even retort, the stimulation of pleasure in his lower body sent a shiver down his spine, and 　　a surge of heat gushed out. 　　Ding Shou cried out and opened his eyes to find himself lying on a carved bed. He saw that the person leaning against him was 　　neither Nangong San Niang nor Qianniang, but Ruizhu, who was draped in a thin veil. Underneath the veil, her breasts were only separated by a thin layer 　　of crimson breast binder, pressed tightly against his chest, feeling very comfortable. Her faint fragrance 　　wafted into his nostrils. As Ding Shou was enjoying the soft, warm scent, he suddenly felt a chill in his lower body and a wet, slippery patch on his inner thigh. 　　Looking down, he realized that she was not wearing any lower garments, and Ruizhu's hand was covered in a slippery, white, viscous liquid with a fishy smell. 　　"Madam, you..." Ding Shou was utterly embarrassed. What was going on? Did he really have premature 　　ejaculation? He wanted to disappear into the ground. 　　"Shh, don't speak. This disciple is repaying the young master's kindness today," Ruizhu said nonchalantly. She took a handkerchief 　　to wipe her hands, stripped off her clothes, and then undressed Ding Shou completely. 　　Reaching out, she grasped his semi-erect penis and stroked it a few times. Her slender fingers gently caressed his inner thighs 　　, and her smooth, fragrant tongue slowly circled his chest. The famous courtesan of the capital was indeed extraordinary; with a few simple tricks, she made his 　　penis hard and erect again. 　　His virility returned, and Ding Shou began to scrutinize Rui Zhu. Her breasts were high and firm, her waist slender, and her lower 　　body bulged like a small hill, thick hair obscuring her alluring vulva. The sight made his throat tighten; he wanted to reach out 　　and touch her, but after drinking that cup of tea, his limbs were weak, only his penis remained hard, standing straight like a flagpole, making 　　his eyes red with pent-up desire. As for Zhang Futai, who was he, and what did he do? 　　"Hehe, you've recovered quite quickly. Your treasure isn't bad!" 　　Ding Shou, now with his limbs spread wide, was too beautiful to speak. 　　Rui Zhu played with him for a while, then brought her delicate nose close, carefully inhaling the man's unique scent, and a surge of desire 　　rose within her. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his penis. The clear fluid secreted from the tip slid 　　onto her tongue. Ruizhu then used her tongue to lick the entire penis up and down, not even 　　sparing the testicles, which she gently bit with her teeth, making him tremble all over. 　　Ding Shou groaned, "Numb, sore, so comfortable." His penis swelled even more, the glans menacing, veins 　　bulging. 　　At this moment, Ruizhu opened her small mouth and took his large glans in, gently scraping the ridges with her teeth. The suddenly swollen glans 　　made her mouth feel sore and numb, and she gently spat out, "Look at you, so young, yet this thing is unusually big 　　. What will happen when it grows even bigger?" 　　Ding Shou was delighted to hear this, "It can grow even bigger?" 　　"You're not even fifteen yet, are you? The Hongwu decree of the Ming Dynasty states that men can only marry at sixteen. You, ah,"

"It's long," Ruizhu said with a smile, pointing to her mushroom-shaped head.
"But... I'm quick!" Ding Shou's voice was barely audible.
Ruizhu chuckled, "Don't worry, you've never tasted a woman's flavor before, it's inevitable that you'll be quick the first time," she whispered in his
ear, her voice almost sickeningly sweet, "With your slave teaching you, I guarantee this naughty thing of yours will become a woman's treasure."
"Okay, okay, then I'll definitely make you feel good enough in the future." Ding Shou was overjoyed that his little brother was still capable of great use.
Ruizhu was pleased to hear this, and she lowered her head and sucked even more vigorously. She moved her head back and forth, sucking the entire penis
into her mouth, holding it in her throat, pausing for a moment before spitting it out, then inhaling and swallowing it again.
She did this repeatedly, until his penis was covered in saliva, which dripped down and soaked his pubic hair.
Ruizhu spat out the penis, lifted her leg and straddled Ding Shou, guiding it with her hand to her opening. She slowly
sat down, gradually increasing the depth of her thrusts, her breasts swaying back and forth. Ding Shou's mouth was dry,
but he couldn't move his hands. As if knowing his desires, Ruizhu leaned down as she thrust, rubbing her breasts against his face.
Ding Shou opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in, and Ruizhu moaned loudly in pleasure.
Waves of pleasure washed over Ding Shou, and he felt himself about to climax again. Ruizhu felt the penis inside her suddenly swell, and she extended her right
middle finger, pressing it against Ding Shou's perineum at their point of contact. "Take a deep breath, exhale slowly, yes, like that,
slowly..."
Ding Shou's urge to ejaculate was abruptly stopped by her touch, like a floodgate being closed. Seeing his breathing
become steady again, his previously still body began to move once more.
After repeated thrusts, Ding Shou's penis grew harder and harder, and Rui Zhu was also close to her climax, screaming from the stimulation.
"Good, so comfortable, so hot, you're such a little devil, I can't take it anymore..."
After her final frenzied thrusting and sitting, Ding Shou roared, a surge of heat flowing out, and Rui Zhu collapsed on top of him,
panting heavily.
Ding Shou felt his arm gradually regain movement. He embraced the delicate body on his body and asked what had happened. Ruizhu gently bit his ear
and told him the reason. It turned out that Zhang Shu had a hidden illness and was worried about having children. He was old and had no heir, so his family business had no one to inherit it. Even his relatives and
classmates gossiped about him behind his back, which made him want to have a child through artificial insemination.
However, the capital was full of spies, and the slightest mistake would cause a scandal. Therefore, he brought Ruizhu, who had been redeemed from the most famous brothel in the capital
, Shenxianju, to his new post, intending to take care of this matter during his tenure. Unexpectedly, before they even reached Pingyang, they met Ding Shou on the road. He was
quite handsome, and more importantly, he was far from home and had no acquaintances in either the capital or Pingyang. Thus, he caught their eye, leading to
today's events.
Ding Shou then understood and wondered why they hadn't just said it directly, instead of going through all the trouble of drugging him. Ruizhu replied, "
Heaven knows if you're a foolish bookworm who thinks 'starving to death is a small matter, but losing your chastity is a big deal'..."

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